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139
IMPULSE.
Let me not now ungenerously condemnMy few good deeds on impulse,—half unwise
And scarce approved by reason's colder eyes;
I will not blame, nor weakly blush for them:
The feelings and the actions then stood right:
And if regret for half a moment sighs
That worldly wisdom with its keener sight
Had order'd matters so and so, my heart
Still in its fervour loves a warmer part
Than Prudence wots of: while my faithful mind,
Heart's husband, also praises her for this;
And on our conscience little load I find
If sometimes we have help'd another's bliss
At some small cost of selfish loss behind.
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